You Are Bound To Me - Lord of the Rings
“How about the reader and Eomer are married when he gets banished so she drops everything and leaves to go with him and the riders but he’s really against it but gives in (maybe she admits she’s pregnant) and they travel together? Thank you in advance if you do it!! Xx”
“No.” Éomer commanded through gritted teeth.
“I am not one of your soldiers you can just order about Éomer.” You said, leading your horse past him and outside of the city gates
“Y/N No.” He commanded again reaching one arm to grab your shoulder as the other took hold of the horse’s reins.
“Éomer. You are a damned fool if you think you are leaving this city without me.” You attempted to shrug off his arm but his grip tightened.
“And you are equally as damned if you think I am going to let my wife ride out into the wilds. Look at these men,” He gestured to the growing number of his riders accumulating a few yards outside of the gates. “None of them can take their women with them.”
“YOU are the one who has been banished. YOU are the only one who does not have a choice Éomer. If they want their women they can ride right back through these gates at any time.” You hissed.
“They would not. Their duty binds them to me.” He said flatly. Your eyes went wide with anger.
“I AM YOUR WIFE!” You shouted, turning more than a few heads your direction. “I AM BOUND TO YOU! And you are bound to ME.” The last few words came softer as you swallowed back a sob. Éomer stepped closer and leaned in, hushing his words so the men could not hear.
“Y/N I know. And I will be yours no matter the distance between us.” He took your hands in his and pulled them to his heart. “You and my sister are all I have left, and I will have you safe. You must stay, for if anything happened to you my heart would not be able to bear it.”
You brought your eyes up to meet his. You were not surprised to find him holding back tears of his own through eyes pleading with desperation.
“Éomer I would stay. But it is not safe for me here now.” You sighed and lowered your eyes. “Theodred is dead. You have seen the King, surely death is not far from him. You are the heir to throne of Rohan. And in your absence…The throne would fall to your son.”
“I…I don’t have a son.” He paused. You looked back to him to find his desperation momentarily replaced with confusion.
“You will in a matter of months. Though, this was not how I planned on telling you.”
You watched as his eyebrows raised slowly and his mouth dropped agape. A fleeting grin flashed across his face before it disappeared into a look of pure sorrow. You choked back another sob.
“Éomer, if the baby is born and Theoden dies. Grima will rule as regent until our son comes of age. You think he is powerful now, imagine when the crown is literally on his head…Grima does not want heirs. I do not believe Theodred’s death was an accident. And now he is getting rid of you by banishment. Think of how he will get rid of an infant heir.” Dread dripped from every word you spoke.
Éomer grimaced and closed his eyes. His hands slipped from your own and he stood in silence.
“If I am no more safer staying in Edoras than I am with you. Then why should we be apart.” You raised a hand to his cheek and brushed away a single tear that had broken through.
“A son.” He opened his eyes. “A son?”
You nodded. “It is still very early. But I know it in my heart.”
He stared at you for a long moment before sighing.
“If we meet with battle or if I deem it necessary, you will promise to flee to safety? For the baby?” He asked
“Then you will ride with us… For now. Until I think of what course to take before you get too far along.” He pulled your hand from his cheek and brought it to his lips before handing the reins back to you. “I will…inform the men of the situation.”
He turned and walked to the crowd of men and horsed, pulling aside a few of his senior riders to speak. You looked down at your dress. Though you were too early to show, you lowered your free arm to encircle your stomach and spoke in a whisper.
“Oh my little one…You will live the free life of the Rohirrim. Free from Grima and his darkness. Your father and I will make sure of it. And if it means leaving…than leaving is what I will do.”
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